Reverse: 1999 Fanfic Novels & Stories

Code 999 signals that a cardiac arrest patient is in urgent need of a consultation and resuscitation. The hospital director, Carl Sullivan, immediately pauses the report presentation and orders me to join the emergency response team. The head nurse, Lauren Fletcher, is hurriedly sterilizing surgical gowns. She's doing everything possible to save time. Yet Sally Sullivan, the newly hired resident physician, stands right at the operating room entrance. She's blocking the doorway with the pharmacy's consumables list in hand. She confronts me aggressively, saying, "Dr. Ella Beresford, your department used 60 vials of anesthesia throughout March. Did you resell them? "Is this the kind of des

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

"This is a lot of pressure—" "I'm sure. I want this. Want you. Want us to be permanently, completely, unbreakably together." Adrian pulled him down for a kiss. "Let's make it impossible for any force in any universe to separate us." The storm outside intensified. Three days until Lucian's reset. Even the rewriting of reality itself. That night, Adrian and Cassian stood in their quarters, both nervous despite the complete bond. "We don't have to do this tonight," Cassian said gently. "We have three days."

Elisa’s familiar voice rang out, and I froze. “Lisa!” “What’s going on?” “We seem to be back in time, only that I don’t remember anything else from before the surgery…” she paused, her words hanging in the air. “I’m guessing we didn’t make it through the surgery. For a time reversal to be granted by the moon goddess, you must have died.” A part of me is tempted to tell Elisa everything that happened. But she had never really liked Liam, and I couldn’t bear to tell her that somehow, because of my silly decisions, she had been taken from me.

I sidestepped her and said, "Just investigate and you'll find out if it's fabricated. Oh, right. There's one more thing." I played an audio recording. Connor and Nadine's voices rang out loud and clear. "Connor, after we get married, can we get rid of Willow?" "Of course. Everything is just right. Mr. Walker from the crematorium in the south of the city owes me a favor." Coolly, I added, "Don't rush. I have something even more exciting."

Even as he lay in bed at the ICU ward, he gripped my hand tightly and said, "Even if you're not the Ludlow family heiress, Stella, I still won't regret the choice I made." That truly moved me beyond all else. Ignoring my family's protests, I stubbornly insisted on marrying Bryan. Given our wildly different social standings, I knew he'd have to endure certain remarks and attitudes from my family. Therefore, the day we got married, I gave him 99 free passes. "If you ever upset me, you can use one of the free passes to cancel it out. But once you've used up all 99 of them, this marriage ends." Upon hearing that, Bryan swiftly locked the free passes away in a drawer on the spot, swearing he woul

"That report isn't mine. Same name, same surname. You know I can't get pregnant. I probably just wanted to borrow some good luck." His smile froze. The disappointment on his face was immediate and unmistakable. "Besides, you've already had someone give birth for you. From now on, I won't have to suffer through bloodline fusion rituals anymore," I added, keeping my tone casual. Garrick studied me. "Wena, are you really willing to accept Moonlet and Silvertail?" The blood drained from my face at the sound of those two names. Ayla "Moonlet" Whitefang.

"Don't be silly. Back then, I proposed to you 99 times before you agreed to marry me. If we're going to divorce, we'll wait until we reach the 99th agreement. Otherwise, I'd be taking too big a loss." I froze. I stared at the man in front of me as if he were some kind of monster. Five years ago, when Gary proposed to me, I had just been accepted into an overseas study program. To make me stay, he proposed 99 times. On the 100th time, I finally gave in. His persistence moved me so much that I gave up the opportunity I had worked so hard for. I stayed and became the woman everyone envied in Starborough. Until the moment he said he would be "taking a loss," I had believed those proposals were p

“You don’t have to learn shit for me. You’re already perfect. But fuck, if you keep doing that—I’ll never let you leave this bed again.” I grinned against his mouth, heat curling low again. “That’s the plan.” END OF CHAPTER 99

Rylen had always been a man of few words, but today he was firing off one instruction after another, as if terrified that the slightest thing might go wrong for me. If this were before, I would've been touched to the point of tears. But now, all I felt was mockery. Because I knew that it wasn't me he was protecting. It was the baby of my best friend, Jane Holman. I slouched in the seat, exhausted, and suddenly memories from three years ago flooded back. Back then, I hadn't married Rylen. I was just a regular employee at Starry Corp. I had gone to the pantry to deliver some papers to my boyfriend, Eddy Stark, only to catch him pressed against Jane by the coffee machine, kissing her passionate